Delicate Ideas
U Uriah Hamilton
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This life is sadness
in both sunlit flowery fields
and urban midnight streets
beneath sympathetic moonlight.
The approaching evening
is ushering in tears for childhood ghosts
and love stranded in the past.
You were my lover once,
someone I knew how to kiss
walking through autumn leaves
or during holiday retreats.
We clasped hands in summer parks
as breezes carried the serenade
of both birds and musical bands.
The prayers I prayed for you
still linger on my lips
but these thoughts now
only bring a genuine distress.
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